The Renee Way

I saw my uncle today. I haven't seen him for a couple of years. He is a really nice guy and was asking me about what all had been going on with me. He knew the broad strokes of the portrait, so as I started to fill in the details, he began to laugh. I thought he might start to cry he was laughing so hard.

Now those of you that know me at all know that my life is a lot of things, but gut-busting merry it isn't. He apologized and said he knew what I was saying wasn't funny, but that I just told it in such a "Renee way" that he couldn't help it. I have decided to take that as a compliment. But I have to wonder if the "Renee way" makes me sound nonchalant or uncaring to people that don't know me well or don't know the whole of my story.

So I am going on record that I love my children more than myself, more than chocolate, even more than my dogs. My life isn't always easy, isn't even usually easy, so I diffuse my own tension with humor and sarcasm. This may not always sound appropriate to others, but it is how I cope. So if you read about what would normally be sad or even tragic and you smile instead of cry, that's ok. So do I.